Hello everybody! Here's chaper 8 - I'll be working on chapters 9 these week so that I can get them out to you as soon as possible...

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"Come on, is that the best you can do?" Morgan taunted as he held the heavy bag in place with his hip and shoulder.

"I know I taught you better than that. Stick and move, stick and move. Jab, Jab, Jab, cross, uppercut, uppercut… stick and move, stick and move… roundhouse kick…. Come on now… throw in some combinations… come on… hit like you mean it instead of like a girl." Morgan smirked as he continued to taunt his hand to hand pupil while they worked over the heavy bag.

"Whoa…" Morgan said as he rocked on the balls of his feet due to the swaying of the heavy bag as it was pummeled by his student's combination of punches, kicks, and the occasional knee or elbow thrown in for good measure. He smiled. This student had taken to hand to hand like nobody's business… but then why should he be surprised. When she'd been on the team she'd been their sharpest shot. She could talk an unsub into giving up a hostage just by speaking from her heart. She could pull the wool over the eyes of even the most brazen of reporters. Hell she'd even talked him into the team taking a case or two he didn't think they should be working… so really why should he be surprised that Jennifer Jareau would be good at hand to hand combat? She was good at everything she put her heart into.

"Alright, alright… you've beaten the heavy bag into submission. You can stop." Morgan called out as JJ stepped back from the heavy bag to prepare her next attack.

JJ lifted her boxing glove clad hand and managed to undo the Velcro closure of her the boxing glove on her left hand. She tucked the glove under her right arm and pulled her wrapped hand out as she and Morgan walked over to the side of the gym where her bag sat. She dropped her glove into her bag and quickly undid the other glove and dropped it into her gym bag as well. She picked up her water bottle and took a big gulp of water.

"You know you're getting pretty good with the hand to hand." Morgan said with a smile. "Do you think you could work on getting some of that to rub off on pretty boy? After all I'm sure other things are rubbing off on him." Morgan teased, his eyes dancing as he jumped out of the way of JJ's swat.

"Morgan!" JJ squealed as she swatted at him. "Come back here… I'm going to kick your ass!" JJ laughed as she chased off across the gym after Morgan.

"Hey Jayje" Penelope said in her normal chipper voice as JJ slid into the booth across from her.

"Hey Pen… oh I love you." JJ said as she lifted the large vanilla late that was seated on her side of the booth and took a sip.

"Yes, caffeine is our friend and it's important to give it a proper greeting every morning." Penelope replied as she took a sip of her own coffee. "So tell me peaches… what's new with you? How did you and gorgeous gray matter spend your first Valentine's Day as a couple?" Penelope asked as she perused the menu.

JJ shrugged as she flipped a page in the menu. "It's been a strange couple of weeks with Will having been in town, so we really didn't get to celebrate…" JJ said trailing of at the apoplectic look on Pen's face.

"Didn't… you… holiday exclusively for lover's… new relationship… secretly in love with each other for years… finally together…. YOU DIDN'T CELEBRATE VALENTINE'S DAY?" Penelope shout whispered at JJ when she finally managed to string together a coherent sentence.

"Pen… do you think you could maybe turn it down a notch?" JJ asked as she glanced about at the people at all of the surrounding tables staring at them.

Penelope glanced about and then looked back at JJ. "Sorry peaches… but you didn't celebrate Valentine's Day? You've been cheated… that's like the one day a year where romance is a requirement."

JJ raised her eyebrows at Penelope. "If romance is a requirement, then doesn't that sort of defeat the purpose?"

"JJ… Why wouldn't you want to be swept off your feet by the affection and adoration of your one true love?"

JJ shook her head and smiled at Penelope. "Seriously Pen… really? Last time I checked we aren't Disney princesses."

"But Jayje, that's exactly the point. There are very few times in a girl's life when she gets to be treated like a princess… one of those times is your first Valentine's Day together as a couple."

JJ just raised an eyebrow skeptically at Pen and smirked as she took a sip of her coffee. She didn't need Spence to treat her like a princess, because they weren't living a fairy tale. What they had was better than a fairy tale. It was real. Sure fairy tales had pretty dresses; fancy balls; handsome princes; and happily ever afters; but that was always where the story ended, at happily ever after. She was finding that what happened after happily ever after was much more fulfilling. She knew she loved him and he loved her and building a life together that was the fulfilling part. Life was a journey not a destination.

"You've got to be kidding me…" Pen said as she slumped back in her seat. Then, fairy godmother that she was, she was struck with inspiration about how to right what she saw as an egregious wrong. "Okay my dove, here is what is going to happen," she said in her very best don't argue with my tone of voice. "I am going to take the most adorable godson on the planet for the night on Friday night and I'm going to use my connections… and by my connections, I mean Rossi's connections to get you and Reid a reservation at somewhere absolutely fantastic with food that is amazing and to die for and a dance floor. Then next Tuesday you can tell your benevolent fairy godmother, which would be yours truly, what a fantastic time you had and give me all the juicy details that happened after the carriage turned back into a pumpkin at midnight."

JJ laughed. "You can have Henry for the night on Friday."

Penelope's eye lit up gleefully as she began to plan how to spend the night with her favorite person in the world under three feet tall.

JJ held up her hand. "But I have a few conditions."

"JJ," Penelope protested "you can't put conditions on the love of a godparent… love for a child is supposed to be unconditional. Conditions defy the very meaning of the relationship."

JJ shook her head. "Oh I'm not putting conditions on the love… just your expression of it. First of all, no getting Henry all hoped up on sugar… he was so sick last time…"

"Okay," Penelope nodded. She had felt rather bad when her little cutie got a tummy ache because she let him have all the candy he wanted.

"And he better not come home with a whole new wardrobe either. He's a two year old little boy, not a twenty two year old fashion plate."

"Drats" Penelope muttered. "And no new toys either I suppose?"

JJ smiled at her friend. She knew how much Pen loved Henry; she just didn't want him to be spoiled. "One new toy… one Pen." JJ said as she caved at the pouty expression on her best friend's face.

"Okay, so now… is there any place that you've absolutely been dying to go that a little or a lot of dropping the name David Rossi can get you into?" Penelope asked, excited to help JJ plan the perfect night for her and Reid. After all they deserved it after all these years and just now finally getting together.

"Actually Pen… I think I've got the rest under control myself." JJ said with a smile.

Garcia's eyes lit up. "What do you have in mind... because I'm pretty sure I could get you in at Obelisk or Komi… unless you're thinking something more along the lines of Marcel's or Tosca?"

"Actually Pen, I'm thinking Spence would enjoy a quiet night in more than anything." JJ replied as she thought about the effect that a loud noisy restaurant could have on his headaches.

"But… you deserve a night out Jayje." Garcia protested.

JJ held up her hand. "Actually, I'd like a quiet night at home myself." She said to cover for the fact that as nice as it would be for her and Spence to have a night out on the town, she just wasn't sure if Spence would be up to it. Between the case load the team had been carrying, his headaches, and the several doctors appointments he'd been juggling, her man was exhausted and very much over due for a quiet night at home and some loving pampering.

"Okay… if you're sure" Garcia replied throwing a questioning glance at JJ. Then she muttered. "...don't know how you expect to keep the romance alive without the occasional night out… then again this is Reid we're talking about."

JJ just shook her head and decided to let Garcia's muttered comment slide. If she told Pen anything about her and Spence's relationship it was a sure bet that it would make its way back to Morgan and Spence would never hear the end of it.

Emily cautiously checked the parking garage as she got of the elevator and headed towards her car. She paused a few feet from the car and peered inside, noting that it was still locked. She knelt down alongside the car and checked underneath for anything wires, devices, or fluids that might be out of place. After noticing that everything appeared to be okay, she walked several feet away and used the automatic starter to start her car, breathing in a sigh of relief when the engine turned over and there was no loud explosion or flames.

"So how's your day going?" JJ asked as she flipped through a stack of reports regarding various meetings while she ate her lunch and talked with Spence. She missed the BAU and the sense that she was helping people. It was easy to feel like nothing more than a bureaucrat pushing pile after pile of paper as she sat here, behind her desk, day after day. She longed for the feeling that she made a difference on a daily basis. Now more than ever she wondered what would have happened if she taken Hotch up on his offer to take the profiling classes a few years ago when he'd offered.

Spence smiled into his cell phone, enjoying his lunch conversation with JJ. Quantico and the Pentagon might be too far apart for them to really be able to get together for lunch, but that didn't mean they didn't enjoy speaking to each other throughout the day when the team didn't have a case. "Good. I brought in that thermos of coffee today, so I haven't needed to get up from my desk. That's pretty much blocked Morgan from slipping me files today." Spence said cheerfully.

JJ laughed. "I bet it frustrated him to no end that you haven't had to get up from your desk."

"Yeah, it's been pretty entertaining." Spence replied as he watched Morgan glower at the stack of files before selecting another.

Morgan had decided to work at his old desk in the bullpen today for the camaraderie. It sometimes got lonely being in his office. He'd learned when taking over as the acting Unit Chief for a short time last year, that command was often a lonely position to be in. As much as he used to want to be the one making the decisions, he in no way envied the solitariness that was often placed on Hotch's shoulders as the team leader.

JJ giggled. "So what did you want to do tonight?"

"It's pretty nice today" Spence replied. "I was thinking we could…" he trailed off as Hotch walked through the bullpen on his way from Garcia's office to his own office.

"My team in the conference room in 30" Hotch called out as he reached the mezzanine.

Spence sighed. "JJ…"

"Its okay baby, I could hear Hotch. Call me if you get a chance later. I love you." JJ said with a soft smile into the phone.

Spence glanced down at his desk and turned his head so that it was facing away from Morgan. "I love you too" he said softly into the phone. He wasn't ashamed of loving JJ; he just didn't want to deal with the razzing he'd take from Morgan if he overheard his words of affection.

Emily quickly crossed the busy plaza, full of people enjoying the early afternoon, to the predetermined meeting spot. She sat on the stone bench and pulled the disposable cell phone out of the abandoned newspaper just as it began to ring.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming" Tsia said into the phone as she saw Emily pick the phone up from several feet away in the plaza. "After what happened with Jeremy, I was afraid."

"Tsia, I'm sorry you can't be at his funeral. Its today; isn't it?" Emily asked, making a point not to glance over at where Tsia sat at a table off to her right.

"Well, that's the problem with marrying a member from your own team, if one of you is a target, so is the other. I get it." Tsia replied managing to keep her emotions in check.

"Hello darling" Clyde interjected himself into the conversation.

"Alright, let's make this quick. I took a late lunch." Emily said moving the conversation along.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not quick about anything?" Clyde replied in his British accent.

Emily raised her eyebrow at Clyde's cockiness. "I don't know" she said drawing out her response as she pursed her lips in thought. "What about that time I blew my cover in Prague? You took out that sentry before I could even draw my weapon. Saved my ass Clyde."

"I'm surprised you remember the little people from your Interpol days now that you're a posh FBI profiler." Clyde said.

"What's being done to locate Doyle?" Emily asked bringing the conversation back to the business at hand and attempting to ignore Clyde's heavy flirting.

"Only every agency in the northern hemisphere is looking for him." Clyde said as he continued to casually look around the plaza for anything that was out of place.

"What are we doing to find him?" Emily asked brusquely.

"My contact at DCRI tracked one of Doyle's aliases leaving France the day after Jeremy's murder. He took a commercial flight to Beijing then doubled back on a train bound for Berlin." Tsia explained as she glanced about, keeping aware of their surroundings.

Clyde glanced behind him as he felt someone move past him. "But when GSG9 intercepted it, he was already gone."

"He sent me flowers. I think it's safe to assume he's coming here."

"Why is he doing this?" Tsia asked.

"Why do you think? We put him away." Clyde replied as if stating the obvious.

Emily paused, about to reply when her cell phone went off in her pocket, signaling that she had a text message. She fished into her suit jacket pocket and pulled out her phone. '911… BAU in 30 minutes'.

"Duty calls?" Clyde asked.

Emily paused as she looked down at the message on her phone, wondering how much the team would be able to help her figure out where Doyle was and how to bring him down.

"I know what you're thinking. Absolutely not. Your team isn't under oath. They don't have clearance." Clyde chastised.

"They could help." Emily replied as she tucked her cell phone back into her pocket.

"How? We don't even know where Doyle is. Involving them at this point would be premature." Tsia said, her eyes darting about as she watched the crowd.

"And reckless. Leave it to Tsia and I. You go be with your team." Clyde advised.

"Even in hiding Doyle can't resist extravagance. Track the money." Emily replied, adding her insight into Doyle.

"I will find him darling." Clyde reassured Emily. "Trust me."

"I don't trust anyone anymore." Emily said as she stood up from her bench and tossed the cell phone she'd been speaking into in the nearby garbage can.

Emily ditching the disposable cell and leaving the plaza was followed immediately by Tsia and Clyde doing the same.

"Traffic, I'm sorry." Emily explained as she quickly strode into the round table room and took the open seat next to Reid.

"Let's get started." Hotch said to the team in general.

"Ten year old Sammy Sparks of Lafayette Parish Louisiana showed up at his elementary school this morning covered in blood. When police got to his house, they found that his parents Charlie and Allison Sparks were missing." Penelope said from where she stood next to the monitor as she used the remote to cue the correct photos.

"Well forensics indicates at least one of them was injured," Morgan said as he looked back down at his iPad. "and by the looks of it, it was pretty severely."

"Has there been a ransom demand?" Emily asked.

"There's been no communication whatsoever." Garcia replied, gesturing with her hands and the remote.

"Then why call in the BAU?" Rossi asked.

"New Orleans is hoping that we can interview Sammy." Hotch explained.

"No one's talked to the witness yet?" Reid asked, confused.

"I don't understand. If Sammy was covered with blood, there's a good chance he can identify the unsub." Ashley said as she looked at Hotch.

"Sammy's autistic. Getting him to tell us what happened isn't going to be easy." Hotch explained.

Emily excused herself and walked to the end of the side street where she'd been talking with Morgan and Ashley outside of the check cashing business as Clyde's number came up on her caller ID.

"We found him." Clyde said into the phone.

"Where?" Emily asked.

He's headed for DC. We'll meet you there." Clyde replied, trying to avoid giving out too many details over the phone.

"Are we sure it's him?" Emily asked as she stood looking back down the street at Morgan and Ashley.

"It's Doyle alright. I'm looking at him right now." Clyde spoke into the phone as he looked down at the video of Doyle stepping off the private jet and onto US soil. "He chartered a private jet."

"How did he get past security checks?" Emily asked.

"He used an alias. Chuck Murray." Tsia explained.

"Isn't that?" Emily trailed off.

"Yeah, the name of his Irish wolfhound." Clyde replied.

"He's baiting us. He wants us to know he's here." Emily said into the phone.

"Message received." Tsia said as she glanced at Clyde.

"Let that bastard come to us." Clyde replied and then hung up the phone. He turned and grabbed a gun and clip from the case in the backseat. As he turned back to face front, he slid the clip into the gun.

Penelope walked into Derek's office, a large bowl of popcorn in one hand, comedy and red peep toe sling back pumps in the other hand. She lifted up her hands to display the popcorn and the movie as Morgan lifted his head from the paperwork to look at her.

Morgan smiled and tossed his pencil up in the air as his best friend invited him to a night of unwinding from the case by watching a movie. He knew the routine; they did it often enough now. They'd snag a couple of comfy chair and wheel them into the round table room and watch whatever comedy his baby girl had picked out to lighten their mood and the weight of the case still hanging over them.

"So what is it tonight mama?" Morgan asked as he wrapped his arm around Garcia's shoulders and they walked out of his office towards the round table room.

"'Life As We Know It' with the always charming and beautiful, and how could she not be as a fellow blond, Katherine Heigl and the always hunky, although nowhere near as hunky as you my delectable chocolate love muffin, Josh Duhamel." Garcia said in a chipper tone of voice.

Morgan chuckled and shook his head as they entered the round table room and got it set up for their movie night and break from case paperwork for a few hours.

Hotch quietly slipped into Jack's room to kiss his son goodnight. As he knelt down and kissed the side of Jack's head, he couldn't help but feel for Allison Sparks. She'd lost the man she loved and would have to raise her son alone. Somehow, he knew from what he'd seen on the case and the evidence of how much the parents had loved and cared for Sammy, that she'd find a way to carry on for her son. After all, it's what he did everyday.

"Come on Ashley, you need to take a break. All work and no play makes Ashley a dull girl." Dave said with a playful grin as he stopped beside Ashley's desk where she was going over her text books and studying, highlighter in hand, prepared to mark something that struck her as important.

"But I really need to…" Ashley began to argue.

"You really need to take a break so that your brain can absorb everything you're throwing at it." Dave said as he reached over and closed her text book. "I think a little car racing would work wonders for you this evening."

"Car racing… what?" Ashley asked in confusion as Dave pulled her up to his office. Then her eyes widened at the sight in the corner of Dave's office. "You have a PlayStation 3 in your office?"

Dave shrugged as he handed her a controller.

Spence smiled as he walked down the street from the metro stop to his apartment with the keyboard under his arm. He was going to stop quickly and drop it off, so that it could be a surprise for this weekend. He couldn't wait to share his rediscovered love of music with Henry and JJ.

JJ smiled, rested her hand on Henry's shoulder, and leaned against the doorway as she watched Spence climb out of his car in the driveway. Once Spence was at the stairs, she let go off Henry's shoulder and he lunged forward to greet his godfather. Spence laughed and scooped Henry up, lifting him high up in the air and causing the boy to laugh. Then Spence lowered Henry and settled him on his hip as he kissed JJ hello. Then they went inside to get out of the chilly evening air.

Emily silently approached the table with two cups of coffee in hand. She sat the first on the table with a metallic clink and then settled herself in the opposite seat to wait. She slid her purse strap off her shoulder and got comfortable. Emily knew Doyle was watching and that it would just be a matter of time until he made contact.

Emily's fingers were idly spinning her now cold cup of coffee when she felt a hand on her back. She controlled her response to avoid going ramrod straight at the all too familiar feel of Ian Doyle's hand on her back.

"I knew you were watching me." Emily said as she continued to look straight ahead.

"What's the expression? Keep your friends close, your enemies under surveillance." Doyle said as he allowed his hand to slide off of Emily's back in what from a distance could have been mistaken for the caring caress of a lover and walked to the opposite side of the table.

"I've been here for two hours. You should know better than to keep a lady waiting." Emily said as she watched Doyle move.

"Seems hypocritical, seeing as I had to wait seven years." Ian replied turning to look at Emily's face, the face of the woman he had once loved and wanted to raise his son.

Emily lifted her head to look at the man that she had cared enough about to try and save him, to get him out of his life as a terrorist, arms dealer, and mercenary before it destroyed his ability to have any sort of life with his son. She watched as he took the seat across from her and then after a few moments of silence, spoke. "Hello, Ian."

"Hello, Lauren. Oh wait, Lauren Reynolds died in a car accident, didn't she?" he asked sarcastically, reminding himself that the woman in front of him was not the woman that he'd loved, that he asked to raise his son, that he'd wanted to have a family with.

"What do you want?" Emily asked.

"You." Ian paused dramatically, as he thought about how he had wanted her… and how she had betrayed him in the worst possible way. "Oh, not today, don't worry about that. But soon." Ian said nodding his head.

"I've got a Glock leveled at your crotch. What's to stop me from taking you and the little ones out, right now?" Emily asked pointedly as she nodded at him.

"You'd never make it back to your car, and you know it." Ian said with a smirk as he looked at the woman that had plagued his thoughts for the last seven years until her destruction became his obsession and the only thing that had gotten him through the questioning and torture at the hands of his North Korean captors.

Emily rolled her eyes and glanced away. Of course Ian had people watching this meeting in order to make sure he walked away. Really, she had expected nothing less.

"Tell me, does the lovely Penelope know the truth about you? Or is she too busy watching movies with Derek to care?" Ian asked as he lounged back in his seat across from Emily.

That captured Emily's attention. Doyle being familiar with anyone from the team was not something that she had been expecting.

"Here you are, all alone, while Aaron sits at home with his son. And why didn't Dave and Ashley invite you to their game night? Maybe they thought you'd be on the Metro with Dr. Reid."

The level of Emily's horror intensified as he listed off what each of her teammates was doing tonight and how they frequently spent their free time. Any sense of control she thought she'd had in this situation quickly slipped away at the realization that not only was Doyle watching her, but he was watching the team.

Doyle chuckled, "Well, that one does have some quirks. How he managed to land a beautiful woman like the blonde beauty Jennifer Jareau, I really don't understand… although I have to say her son Henry is quite a beautiful boy."

"Come near my team, and I will end you." Emily replied, her voice laced with ice and determination.

"I don't have a quarrel with them. How long that remains the case, depends entirely on you. They're innocent, you're not."

"I was doing my job."

"I think you did a little more than that. You took the only thing that mattered to me, so I'm going to take the only thing that matters to you: your life." Doyle said and then leaned forward and placed a matchbook with a four leaf clover on the table between them.

"Honore de Balzac once said, 'Most people of action are inclined to fatalism and most of thought believe in providence.'" Doyle said and then stood up from his seat at the table. "Tell me, Emily Prentiss, which do you think you are gonna be?" Then he turned and slipped into the darkness of the night.

Emily's eyes followed Doyle as he slinked off into the darkness and anonymity of the DC winter night. Then she sat staring ahead trying to figure out how she was going protect the team and manage to come out of this unscathed.

Penelope smiled as she walked into her living room to get Henry and Kevin for dinner. Kevin had enthusiastically volunteered to play with Henry while she made dinner. Now, looking at the state of her living room, she could see why.

In the midst of her living room, Henry and Kevin had built a fort using blankets, a couple of chairs, cushions from the couch, and various other odds and ends. Kevin grinned at Penelope as he placed the finishing touches on their fort.

"Dinner's ready." Penelope said with a grin on her face as she leaned down and peeked into the fort to see Henry. "Are you hungry?"

"Uh huh" Henry replied with big nod as he crawled out of the fort.

"Oh good because I made you mac n' cheese." Penelope said as she crouched down in front of Henry as he stood up.

"I wike mac n' cheese" Henry said his eyes getting big.

"Well then my little cherub, we should go eat it before it gets cold." Penelope said as she stood up and held her hand out to her godson.

"Mm… mac n' cheese" Kevin said as he followed Penelope and Henry into the kitchen.

"Just promise me that I won't have to watch you eat it with ketchup on it like last time." Penelope replied as she glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend, shuddering ever so slightly as she thought of some of the more strange food combinations she'd seen him eat in the just over three years they'd been together as a couple. She wasn't sure what was the most disgusting, mac n' cheese with ketchup, donut dogs, or bacon donuts, to be honest the thought of anyone of them made her stomach heave equally.

"Aw… but it's good like that. I bet Henry likes ketchup on everything, don't you Henry?" Kevin asked as he bent down and scooped Henry up and sat him in his booster seat at the table.

"Uh huh" Henry nodded.

"See. Ketchup. Good on everything." Kevin said with a grin as he looked at Penelope.

Penelope raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend. "He's two. Your thirty two…" Penelope trailed off in exasperation for Kevin's eating habits.

"Ah, but I'm young at heart plum sauce." Kevin replied as he helped Penelope with serving dinner.

Penelope shook her head as she wondered how JJ and Reid were spending their night sans JJ's male mini-me.

JJ smiled as she packed the last of the food along with the wine, wine glasses, and a few bottles of water into the picnic basket as she glanced down at her watch. She managed to sneak out a bit early from the Pentagon since it was Friday. Penelope had picked up Henry a while ago. Everything was ready for her night in with Spence and she had just enough time to shower and get ready before Spence got there.

Spence set the keyboard he'd purchased last night when the team returned from the case off to the side as he took off his coat and hung it up. He excited to see what Henry's reaction to playing music would be. Then he turned and took in the state of the house. There was a fire in the fireplace, but other than that, the entire downstairs was dark. "JJ?" Spence called out in confusion.

"I'm upstairs baby" JJ called out as she finished getting ready.

Spence turned and headed up the stairs, climbing them two at a time to get the top as quickly as possible. "Hi" he said as he met JJ in the doorway of the bedroom and leaning down to kiss her hello.

"Hi" JJ replied as pulled back from Spence's soft lips and his hello kiss. "I laid some fresh pjs out for you on the bed. Why don't you take a shower and change and then meet me downstairs?" she suggested trailing her hand down Spence's torso and around his waist. Then she leaned up and kissed him again before slipping past him and out of the room to head downstairs.

JJ fidgeted with and adjusted everything as she waited for Spence to finish showering and changing. She'd added another log to the fire. The picnic basket she'd packed now sat in middle of the blanket that was spread out over the floor just in front of the hearth of the fireplace. Pillows were piled on one end of the blanket, creating a haven for her and Spence to snuggle in front of the fire for their quiet night in while they enjoyed an indoor picnic in front of the fireplace.

"JJ, where's Henry?" Spence asked as he came around the corner from the stairs and into the living room.

JJ stood up to meet Spence where he was paused looking at the fireplace, and took his hand leading him back to the romantic oasis that she'd created in front of the fireplace. "Penelope felt bad that we didn't have a chance to celebrate our first Valentine's Day together as a couple, so Henry is spending the night at Aunt Penelope's." she said as she tugged Spence down onto the blanket in front of the fireplace with her.

"Oh…" Spence replied.

JJ nodded. "Penelope offered to get us reservations so that we could go out for dinner and dancing, but I thought with your headaches, that you would prefer a quiet night in instead."

"JJ, this is perfect" Spence said as he glanced at the fire, the piled pillows, and he and JJ in comfortable lounge clothes. "I'm sorry I didn't think for us to do something…"

"Baby, it's okay. Things were a little awkward with Will here for the last couple weeks and you guys had a case. It's fine that we're celebrating tonight instead."

Spence nodded. "So what's in the picnic basket?" he asked curiously.

JJ smiled as she pulled the picnic basket close and opened the lid revealing containers of holding a wide assortment of finger foods, a bottle of wine, two wine glasses, a cork screw, and of course desert and a few bottles of water.

Reid smiled as he noticed that JJ had picked many of his favorites and leaned over and kissed her.

JJ smiled into the kiss, as she rested her hand on Spence's hip. "Mm…" She moaned as Spence deepened the kiss the picnic all but forgotten for the moment as Spence pulled her down into the pile of pillows with him and they continued to make out in front of the fireplace.